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Jace Norman, a boy born with an incurable sickness, making him weak amongst his peers.


To make matters worse for him, he even failed to awaken any ability even if it was a Beta Level ability.

All of these changed on a fateful night where he was trapped outside the Walls and was left to die at the monsters that roams the wastelands.


After running for what seems like an eternity, he eventually succumbed to his fatigue and fell to the ground waiting for his death to come.


"this is the end of my pitiful life, father I'm sorry that I could not fulfill the dream you had for me, I'm truly sorry" he said as he closed his eyes.


But death didn't answer his calls but something else or in his case, somethings.

**Ding**
**Ding**
**Ding**

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Jacin, seeing the cloaked figure pinned by Aria's vines, moved swiftly toward him. Her wings shimmered with a radiant light, casting an ethereal glow across the room. She reached out, her hands steady despite the chaos around her, and grasped the edge of the dark cloak.

The cloaked figure struggled, his eyes burning with defiance, but the vines held him firmly in place. Jacin's grip tightened as she began to pull back the hood, revealing inch by inch the identity of the dark sorcerer who had been the architect of their torment. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.

As the hood finally came away, the face beneath was revealed. The sight sent shockwaves through the room, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The cloaked figure was none other than Vincent Sinclair, the cousin of Eve and Ava, and a classmate of Jade.

Eve's eyes widened in disbelief. "Vincent?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "How can this be?"

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